A small church in the suburbs

Grace led Aiden out of the mall and out of the city, until they were flying over houses and twisting streets. They stopped above a small, old-fashioned church with white siding and a bell in its steeple.

"This place will be perfect, my Lord," Grace said, clinging to Aiden's side. "My parents used to **** me to come here. There won't be many people inside, but they will all be just as repressed as I was. You can break them to your heart's content."

"A good choice, slut. I forgive you. But I will not fuck you until you do to them what I did to you. You must convince them to have sex with you, on your own. I'm only going to watch." Grace's face lit up.

"You would let me do that, Master? Oh, I'm unworthy of your generosity. I will spread the virus to all of them, just as you wish."

"Then get to it," he said, alighting on the sloped roof and walking towards the bell tower. "I look forward to fucking the fruits of your labor." He ducked inside, slipping through a hatch that led to a balcony overlooking the chapel.

Grace paced along the roof, thinking through her options to convince everyone inside to willingly corrupt themselves. It only took a minute before a plan formed in her mind.